Monday, April 27, 2009
The Chronicles of the Retrieved Pics chapter 1 : sa Kabukiran :(
Thanks to Kuya Rodgie and his super powers, he was able to retrieve EVERYTHING from my toasted hard drive. Everything down to the last questionable picture of someone searched on friendster and other ero-ero things my brother searched on the net. Don’t worry Kuya Rodgie I’ll be honoring your superhero-ship even though I paid you big time. Hehe!!
These pictures were taken three years ago I think and I can’t believe this was retrieved. I still looked like piglet, my younger sister was still without a boyfriend that’s why she was still tagging along, my brother was on the road of metamorphosing into a Siopao, and my older sister; well she still thinks that she can rake dollars in green pasture of the Philippines. LOL.
Anyway, it’s our first time visiting the farm we never knew existed and about my father’s fancy to anything Marlboro-ic. There’s no house, no anything, neighbors was out of the question and father wanted us to spend the night there, go figure! *Si Thelmo jud oi* :p
Ahmmmm…….. . . . . . . . we thought it’s a smooth surface, you know level. Just imagine my mother going up and down these little hills. hehe! *Pissu mother*
Meteor Garden Bukid-style. The very first episode of our biga
Ah, speaking of biga…….very evident.
The first time I abandoned my destiny to be above a magnificent horse aside from the fact that he was neither. I’m still at loss up to now what he’s supposed to be; a minute horse? But that’s called a donkey right? And then there’s no saddle. I can feel its every muscle as it moves and it’s very, very scary. He thought so too that’s why he bucked me off after a few meters it was horrible I looked like a falling pig. :@
This thing really looked amazing from afar……
And it was better off that way, until you cross it. It was --- how do you describe it, vertigo? Very Highhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
No matter what’s the circumstances, if there’s a camera ----- pose!
Scaredy-cats! My sister won’t even take one step further. Hehe!
I specifically asked the people below to focus only me, I don’t know who those “others” were, really. Goodness! I tried 2 more shots, but they won’t budge. *Mga addict sa picture-ran!*
I don’t know those people behind me except the siopao and sister. *Mataku*
This was done standing up. Because there’s no chair or even table around, to each his own. Haha!
Ahmmm, my sister's version of exhaustion. *isa siyang isa't-kalahating OA! mana kay Thelmo*
After a day of biga *we begged Thelmo not to spend the night for heaven's sake!*, I'd still prefer to sleep in my incubator-like room against mosquito infested tent. This picture was really yellowish because it's already sunset but the background and I looked horribly pale so I just added a little extra color. muhehehe!
Thank God we now have a house there Thelmo! End.
These pictures were taken three years ago I think and I can’t believe this was retrieved. I still looked like piglet, my younger sister was still without a boyfriend that’s why she was still tagging along, my brother was on the road of metamorphosing into a Siopao, and my older sister; well she still thinks that she can rake dollars in green pasture of the Philippines. LOL.
Anyway, it’s our first time visiting the farm we never knew existed and about my father’s fancy to anything Marlboro-ic. There’s no house, no anything, neighbors was out of the question and father wanted us to spend the night there, go figure! *Si Thelmo jud oi* :p
Ahmmmm…….. . . . . . . . we thought it’s a smooth surface, you know level. Just imagine my mother going up and down these little hills. hehe! *Pissu mother*
Meteor Garden Bukid-style. The very first episode of our biga
Ah, speaking of biga…….very evident.
The first time I abandoned my destiny to be above a magnificent horse aside from the fact that he was neither. I’m still at loss up to now what he’s supposed to be; a minute horse? But that’s called a donkey right? And then there’s no saddle. I can feel its every muscle as it moves and it’s very, very scary. He thought so too that’s why he bucked me off after a few meters it was horrible I looked like a falling pig. :@
This thing really looked amazing from afar……
And it was better off that way, until you cross it. It was --- how do you describe it, vertigo? Very Highhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
No matter what’s the circumstances, if there’s a camera ----- pose!
Scaredy-cats! My sister won’t even take one step further. Hehe!
I specifically asked the people below to focus only me, I don’t know who those “others” were, really. Goodness! I tried 2 more shots, but they won’t budge. *Mga addict sa picture-ran!*
I don’t know those people behind me except the siopao and sister. *Mataku*
This was done standing up. Because there’s no chair or even table around, to each his own. Haha!
Ahmmm, my sister's version of exhaustion. *isa siyang isa't-kalahating OA! mana kay Thelmo*
After a day of biga *we begged Thelmo not to spend the night for heaven's sake!*, I'd still prefer to sleep in my incubator-like room against mosquito infested tent. This picture was really yellowish because it's already sunset but the background and I looked horribly pale so I just added a little extra color. muhehehe!
Thank God we now have a house there Thelmo! End.
Labels: computer, friendster, hanging bridge, horse, house, province
0 comments | still here @ 12:09 AM |
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Too much cuteness can make people sick :p
*Tse, if your not using your head once in your lifetime it will be filled with ‘shrooms! If not shine dake boke!*
I just saw an episode of Malala-ala mo Kaya on local TV and I can’t seem to ignore it. So they say if you can’t beat it, then just watch it. Ahahaha! Well, I sometimes watch ‘Tayong Tatlo’ in ABS-CBN to indulge the corny-ness of hmmm…..can’t remember her name.
Anyho ahoho, the story is very very interesting aside from the fact that it’s a true story.
The story goes around Nelia who------ ‘Moo! Yappari, can't do recaps. LOL. Just that she knows that men will always be men and either you nagged yourself out you won’t change the way a person will be a bastard to thyself and others, you know. And spending time worrying about it is just a pain in the ass. So, every time a boyfriend cheats on her she either chants a couple of curses and move on or flips her hair doing a mental note on her next saloon visit and shouting ‘next please’! And of course sleeping together just because a monkey asked you the hoodoo words “show me how much you loved me” or “don’t you love me?" She’s just sad that of all the men she met no one saw her worth, a woman’s worth. *See? Women are from Venus and men are Aliens*.
They say that men are pretty much a bastard (aherm, don’t fuss about it) conform by our society’s twisted view of machismo. Meaning, we know that men will and always be a cheating bastard and we can’t do anything about it because men thought so too and do it anyway. Of course I have nothing against the opposite sex and I’ll always be saying this to escape trashing monkeys, I mean those who do not think they are. LOL, just the fact that those who nods and won’t comment words dangerous to my health are obliterating and are near extinction is horrifying.
But then again, I don’t know what is more horrifying, my perpetual view that men are the level of potatoes or the above mention (see last sentence please). Hehehe! Ciao-ssu!!
Beware of your horoscope today that says: “Stress can lead to Baldness, but if you try not to be stressed, then that will make you stressed, so there’s nothing you can do”.
I just saw an episode of Malala-ala mo Kaya on local TV and I can’t seem to ignore it. So they say if you can’t beat it, then just watch it. Ahahaha! Well, I sometimes watch ‘Tayong Tatlo’ in ABS-CBN to indulge the corny-ness of hmmm…..can’t remember her name.
Anyho ahoho, the story is very very interesting aside from the fact that it’s a true story.
The story goes around Nelia who------ ‘Moo! Yappari, can't do recaps. LOL. Just that she knows that men will always be men and either you nagged yourself out you won’t change the way a person will be a bastard to thyself and others, you know. And spending time worrying about it is just a pain in the ass. So, every time a boyfriend cheats on her she either chants a couple of curses and move on or flips her hair doing a mental note on her next saloon visit and shouting ‘next please’! And of course sleeping together just because a monkey asked you the hoodoo words “show me how much you loved me” or “don’t you love me?" She’s just sad that of all the men she met no one saw her worth, a woman’s worth. *See? Women are from Venus and men are Aliens*.
They say that men are pretty much a bastard (aherm, don’t fuss about it) conform by our society’s twisted view of machismo. Meaning, we know that men will and always be a cheating bastard and we can’t do anything about it because men thought so too and do it anyway. Of course I have nothing against the opposite sex and I’ll always be saying this to escape trashing monkeys, I mean those who do not think they are. LOL, just the fact that those who nods and won’t comment words dangerous to my health are obliterating and are near extinction is horrifying.
But then again, I don’t know what is more horrifying, my perpetual view that men are the level of potatoes or the above mention (see last sentence please). Hehehe! Ciao-ssu!!
Beware of your horoscope today that says: “Stress can lead to Baldness, but if you try not to be stressed, then that will make you stressed, so there’s nothing you can do”.
Labels: abs-cbn, local channel, maala ala mo kaya, tayong dalawa, tv
0 comments | still here @ 9:13 PM |
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Attack of the monster called NOTHING!!
Nothing good on TV. Burned-out playing Play Station. Nothing else left to do except lying around scratching my stomach while skimming the house. Oh look! The fu-riiii-dge!! I know there is still some left-over chocolate moist from last night! Why don't I just stuff myself with this since I have nothing better to do than to sit on my lazy butt and try to make it wider?
Nope. That was never a good idea. You have no idea how many times I drowned myself with green, red and rainbow-colored tea just to purge the former residents of the fridge out of my digestive system?! So I gave myself, ok you too if you feel the same way, options I can think of to indulge in than doing nothing and wondering what's inside the fu-riii-dge during my 4-week vacation in work free-paradise - beyond the realm of chocolate moist, Goldilocks and everlasting spaghetti (never did our fridge miss the absence of spaghetti since time immemorial).
#1 MONEY. MONEY. MONEYYYYY!!!
So, i've worried myself about not having anything to spend on my guilty pleasures during the hibernation--i mean VACATION because no amount of plea, tears and incoherent acting will convince my parents that i need money despite the fact that i'll probably be home most of the time. Damn skippy!
I did think about it. My parents gave me a little allowance to fatten myself. But did I ever actually work for the money i'm being given? (Aside from the chores I do - which I shouldn't be asking money for! hahaha) Nope! So self, why the hell not get your ass a Job? Right, be amiable to your parents once-in-a blue moon.
#2. WORK IT!
First of all, physical fitness does NOT automatically mean hoping to have the gorgeous body of a super model (oh, well it's not bad for a bonus). It means having a body healthy enough to hopefully get you and me to our 115th birthday and keep our stomach indistinguishable from our boobs. hehe! And of course, one way to get there is forced EXCERCISE and cramp our whole body.
Ok, that's exaggeration. I'll just think enrolling myself to a gym or better yet I'll kick some ass in Aikido, that way I'll be closer to achieving immortality!!! Well, no. But i'll be very busy to lie around scratching myself to sleep right?
#3. LEARN!
I'm kind of a big klutz when it comes to music. So, I think it's a fun way to forced myself to learn playing the piano and know how deaf-note I am. hahaha! But then again i'm dying to play Pachelbel's Canon in D Major and Bach and Schubert and Debussy! (thunder!! ambisyosa!)
#4. LEARN AGAIN!
More learning, but this time learn how to drive! But that doesn't mean I have to have a car of my own, just the fact that I know how to drive is enough. Coolness. :p
Ok, main reason is that Father had been hinting that he wanted to give the big car to me. It is a pajero-like car and huge enough for me to drive. All I want as of now is a beetle car but then again, if they give the big car, then i'll graciously accept it (pa-demure!) hehehe
Wow. I think i'm seriously thinking i'm going to do all that because i am now in a dangerous territory of facing the possibility of being taken by mind-numbing boredom - which simply cannot be allowed if I still want to fit in my current jeans! Hopefully in the nick of time I can use these strategies on (cue: cheesy thundering voice) HOW TO DITCH BOREDOM!! I just hope this will work or else I'll be buying myself another piece of jeans and tees!! grrrr
0 comments | still here @ 9:58 AM |
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Nightmare before Semana Santa!
Thank God for Holy Week because it grants wishes of person like me who are obsessed with singing their guts out. And of course to parents who are also equally annoyed by the constant begging of renting a karaoke machine so, they decided to celebrate Holy Week in our farm mainly because of the expected eruption of our crooning. Holy Week should be observed solemnly! Arigatoo!! hehe
And it also served as a thanks-giving for the good harvest, i guess. And even though our house is super-mega far from the farm its worth it because the climate was chilling and we love it and also for the fact that most of our workers, construction and farm, lived there. buhahaha!!
Anyway, we (my sister and I) were deemed useless so we automatically became the 'caretaker' of those drooling rugrats. I hate the crib-midgets. Mooo!~ I'm a control freak so when face with uncontrollable chaos I turn from yaya to monster. They are pushy and demanding and pushy and they're getting on my nerves. You know, it helps to yank out any kindness if all of them were cuddly and as cute as "come-here-let-me-bite-your-nose" kind of cute but unfortunately they were neither! LOL.
most of the gang...
Luckily I have an evil sister who likes to gang up little children. Buhahaha!!!
Yeah, evil sister and I have been secretly stuffing them with food which sometimes need parental guidance. And since they flocked together like little puppies with a piece of bones we're quite happy to do it again and again. hahaha!
The alien kid # 1. Happy with our services
And alien kid # 2. Happy with our services too....he's too obvious!
This girl's a bratenella and bratenella's deserve to be served with lemonade with something which I leave up to your imagination. Why? Why?! She has been kicking me every time I'm nearby and when I sat down with them out of exhaustion she pulled my hair its freakin painful. Goodness, just out of consideration she's a child, I led her out of our house and locked the door. I know she cried because she's the only kid outside (I slammed the door in her face, I know it's cruel!) but I never opened the door even though my mother pinched me. hahaha!!!
Spoiled Brat #1!
Him I hate the most. He's a monster kid. I've been jokingly skidding him every time there's no people around. **does he know that jokes are half meant?!! **
Spoiled Brat #2!
Gaaah.....every time someone cries my hands are itching to return them to their mother's V!!!
Oh yeah, when everybody cried they'd become an orchestra it's a spectacular because it is always followed by my mother's screeching. hehe!
I almost strangle my sister because she'd been toying with this kid. She's 10 months old already and my sister's playing with her feeble attempt to stand up. And she doesn't like to be kissed.
Stuffing them with food really works! buhahaha
This cuddly-bear is the only one I really like. He just wants to sleep and he thinks that crying and struggling is a pain in the ass. I second that!
See, he's already got a resigned look....:p
The Aftermath...........
Yeah, this is the new version of singing!
And this is the version of someone who swallows the mic so that nobody would even dare to snag the microphone. Ven, sturi... hihi!
Anyway, it is still fun! I just hope my Mother would just stop trying to make a better person out of us. hehe! I was the one who was severely nagged at even though this is my sister's Modus Operandi and mother knows it very well, gahhhh!!
Happy HOLY WEEK Minna!!!
Labels: holy week, party, videoke
2 comments | still here @ 10:13 AM |
Thursday, April 9, 2009
A series of a very Unfortunate Black-outs!
Now that I'm back in my dearly beloved hometown, I have so many reasons to curse this comatose town again. Aside from the fact that WE from Tropical Country suffers from Heat Stroke every summer, this town never failed to take part on Earth Hour: meaning we've been experiencing an insanely habitual back-out every 11 am and 6 pm that last an hour or so.
Ok, I don't really mind AN INSANELY HABITUAL black-out but then again if black-out means no air conditioner and electric fan followed by Hell mode heat then HELL yeah, i'll declare a war.
I don't care if the Power Plant in Kabacan is still in repairs because of those Moro bombings (shouts: maybe a little!). I also don't care if we're not serviced by Meralco----what?! Hey, I care, and we should! we should. Why the hell Meralco didn't reach this far? (EMPHASIZED) So what if we're from the tip of the country? So what if this comatose town is infested with bombings and war-freaked MILF, Abu Syaff and MILITARIES??(hehe!) So what if this entry is totally insane due to Heat stroke and sweat from places dark and dingy? And I've been mangled by a packed of heat-stroked mosquitoes again and again yet I still refuse to go back in the house.
HAH!! So the point of the matter is if there is any in the first place, Im just suffering from this Hell hole and I hate black-outs and candle-lighted house because it reminds me of things not worth mentioning lurking in the dark and most of all this town sleeps at 8 pm!! I'm a city-girl by heart and it kills me to be back before 8 and routinely sleeps at 10, well who wouldn't? Don't tell me this isn't true? And don't you tell me you weren't out until the wee hours wasting the night away?! see?
So all I want is for the power to be back, now na!!!!!!! PLEASE BRING THE CURRENT BACK ALREADY!!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrr
2 comments | still here @ 6:41 PM |
Monday, April 6, 2009
Another Year Younger!! hehe
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!
Gosh, another year and another numeral number changed in my age. Can I just move my birthday next year, so that Im still 22? hehehe!
And why does it ALWAYS falls in, between or after Holy Week?! huh?!! kuso
1 comments | still here @ 7:14 PM |
